The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1887-01-05


the prisoner toward the mill. The mo-
ment the center of the pack broke into
the square, Fowler was lifted bodily
into the sled and four. men held the
struggling, begging man down, and
one Of them had him by the throat te
still his awful cries.
o, it was cruel beyond all language!
Salvo Popp, begging for the prisoner.
and dashed about in that vortex OF
passion, will never forget the glimmer.
ing. sweating, snow-bleared ts1od OF
angry faces that pressed and United
onward. John Earring sprana upon
the sled as it started, and gettin} hold
of the mans arm tore his hand sway
from the prisoners throat, beggslls in
the name of manhood, of God, Of Z ~
CIV, that they would be less cruel whi
the prisoner. There he lay under the
painting men, ghast!y, and with his
horror-gleaming eyes protruding, and
prayed to John Earring to save him.
81 m not lit to die!" he cried, 20, I'm
not fit to die! Save me! save me! save
met But the long. misty, shifting,
human river poured over the bridge
and up the slope, and at the crest,
where Maun's blood had wet the grass
when balmier days were there, the
white shrieking wretch was dragged
from the s.ed and a rope thrown over
his head. John Earring, in Il passion
of horror ut the deed whichwa to be
/ done, got in front Of him and the two.
begging and pleading, and clntched to-
gether, were swept under q tree aud
torn apart, and John Earring, blind
and sick, turned away and staggered
| toward the town, hearing Fowler
4 shrieking under the tree: "John Ear.
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I CHAPTER XXI.
I When the morning famed again, the
dawn shot up its tongues of lich1
1 through dim walls of vapor and drlv
! ing whirling wreaths of snow close t
the east of Upenstone. The untrodder
1 streets were Ii .aped as with powdered
A marble. and the flying winds Wer,
blind and chokcd and streaming will
the frozen, feathery medium. Ever.
drift smoked at the top, being beatel
) and cu!fed and secured and SCOPE.
into by the whipping, eddying blast
and as the weird light grew and sprea'
slowly through the streets. and crep
about the liteless houses, under tn
moaning trees, out into the opel
|. spaces, across the muffled river, up tn
,, tempest-swept slope and. along tn
shuddering, sleet-caked branches Q
the oaks, it lit upon grewsome
frlghtful silent, swinging thing-th
! book-keeper, black. frozen, creakin
! by the neck.
! There he swung, the evil heat gon
:. out, the dark mystery shut and sealec
:. the silent, long-held agony at end. U
in the wailing, creaking oak the sti
book keeper swung to and fro and gay
no heed. Perhaps his spirit was OF
there among the swirling elements!
n so, did he feel? Did he care that h
had been despoiled by savagery? An
was Maun's soul there, toop and di
9 she look into his eyes reproachfufiy
g and did he into hers with unutterab
grief for the awful work of passion
n Or did they, forgetful of the old life
y the unfathomable new, clasp and WIN
l. on and on and or with the streaming eli
!, ments into eternal mystery? Peac
9 come away; we can not even folio
q them with fleet-winged thought, mue
N less with cumberous Judgment! Let g
how far beyond mans law they SHINE
g God alone Shall even say! Wish on
10 | $50 Al,, ,,;tf.1lc ond fhn f1OWp
g darkness had been pointed out, wi
a all the woe and sorrow hiding III thel
+ ere she fell; that to the other Natu
'e had been less lavish with her poiso
'e and in the stead of human savagery
le swift and perfect law had cut him {
lp from contact with his kind and left /
at fault and dissolution to the powers tn
fashioned him.
g. fro BE CONTINUED.